All About Money
nothing comes free..here
everything is tagged
excepting life...strange
life given to us not tagged
the days and nights given
are not tagged even
even then....
day in and day out
i am all out
searching ways and means
to make my money...
i do not pay any money
for the sun and breeze
god in nature an absolute giver
praying for wealth and prosperity
praying for money...money..and more money...to god
i feel will get us not even a penny
GOD DOES NOT KNOW OUR MONEY
when you send your kid on a trip away
you will give him money to spend on the way
we were sent here without a penny
when i return as dead stock one day
worldly wise kith and kin of my
send me with a penny on my forehead
just a penny?
is that what i was worth...or
is that the way fare to hell or heaven
just a penny?
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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She is Nuttie in Her Own way
i send her
and electronic
mail (110 volt,50Hz, american standard)
i wrote:
''
please answer with yes or no
to be my nutty girl
to nigh from 6: 00pm to 6: 00AM
chicago time....'
she replayed:
'the font of your text is
ariel and not tagged or colored, not html tagged, no picture,
no chatting first
no video con-fron-cing''
and you want
me to answer with
yes or no
who the f z w uk king
of the jungle you are?
it mean yes
oh yes
man! !
yoop
i am dancing! !
my heart is
beating fast! !
she
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Almost everybody that's well-known gets tagged with a nickname.
Gray Cliffs And Gray Skies (2)
i watch the blackness later
and clicked
the camera, i signed out and
tagged this
as something bleak
and dangerous
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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George Murphy tagged that name ""Butch"" on me years ago. We were all at a party and he went around tagging names on people that didn't fit them.
quote by Cesar Romero
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That policy was abandoned very quickly, and the military police were tagged with the responsibility of conducting training, which they did. We were not equipped or set up with personnel to recruit new Iraqi guards.
quote by Janis Karpinski
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Actually, in this instance we do have probably a better tracking system than was the instance in Canada. Because this is a dairy cow, they're all individually tagged.
quote by Ann Veneman
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It was sort of just a family sport. My mom and dad were pretty keen golfers when I was young and so were my grandparents, and I just sort of tagged along with them.
quote by Karrie Webb
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I am not a sexy woman, I'm not beautiful, I'm not a sex kitten, I don't flirt with people, yet I've been tagged more of sex symbol than women who truly are and I that's solely because I don't reveal too much: people are curious.
quote by Shirley Manson
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Mother's Day
No Mother's Day card this year
Mine is no longer here
Heaven is now her abode
And i can't remember the post code
No chocs tagged with last minute thoughts
Or life saving flowers from Garage forecourts
So Mother's Day is cancelled then
Bar the odd million or even ten.
So washers of dishes and breakfast maker
And kids who with trays at 6am wake her
Never forget days with her are so dear
So far away when she once was so near.
Yet she came in my dream
Still wore that red coat
With a glass of Emva Cream and a handwritten note
It said ''Son, don't be sad, now i have no fear.
It's my best Mother's Day, love
Wish you were here.
poem by Kevin East
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Dodge Ball
Some will play all day,
Games of dodge ball and hide and seek.
Wishing to be tagged with 'come-hither' coyness.
Like children believed to be cute and sweet.
But there is a maturity that is missing...
When cheating adults wish discreetness under sheets.
And there are too many enjoying that game on others played!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Departures (Naani)
Death comes-
For this is the way of all flesh,
The sickle cuts and men board
The swing doors tagged
'Departures'.
'To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven...a time to be born...and a time to die.'
Ecclesiastes 3: 1
July 7,2009 Tarlac City
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Desired
His Dreams tagged
Success to others
Greed his Escape
A flower he seeds
Away her, he keeps
Safe from his senses,
Empowered by His desire of reach.
Growing the power into his greed
To touch her as made impossible
Desire inspired by her his Icon.
poem by Florida Angel
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After
After the smoke clears
Bodies cover the ground.
After the bodies are bagged and tagged
Blood stains the sand.
After tears are shed from the eyes of the love ones these patriots left behind.
War still rages with many more patriots left to die.
After the war is finally over will justice truly be what we remember.
Or will death be this wars aftermath.
The Girl's A Pearl
a living one spat out of from the dead sea
typographical arche visual visionary
inperience
a cat walk designs might shatter her
crying
if you're a body be out flesh
even though
macabre we dance
anorectic bones rattle to dust
words spoken upon your grave
an earth tagged name thou art
a girl's a pearl to learn
spirits sealed never talk to their skulls
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Another Spammic Way To Prove Friendship
If you wake up in a red room
with no windows and doors,
DON'T panic..you're just in my heart! ! !
(cid: [email protected])
(imagine the picture of miss piggy
waving her leg at you saying Hi!)
TAG YOU'RE IT! ! !
YOU HAVE BEEN CONSIDERED
ONE OF TH E SWEETEST FRIENDS ON MY LIST.
ONCE YOU HAVE BEEN TAGGED YOU HAVE TO TAG 5 OF YOUR SWEETEST FRIENDS AND LET THEM KNOW THEY ARE SWEET.
FAKE FRIENDS: W ill
ignore this.
Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...
(what a mess!)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Glasses Half Empty
They are glasses half empty,
and hearts half full,
riding their dreams until their courage fails them,
stopping halfway
and wondering what to do after they have-
'been there, done that'
though it is never quite true because a dream,
it never ends
and they are only human.
They tagged the stars with their childhood
and gave way to the politic when they-
'grew up'
They kissed the moon with fleeting lips...
goodbye.
And when all had been said and done
they did not feel as if they had accomplished,
or even set out to do.
and when then, the challenge was pressed...
they threw it all to the wind
and lay down to die.
poem by Poet Dragon
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Alliteration of the sea sick sea snake
Using the softly-softly
Hissing style of the silent
Internet fanged smiling serpent
A sea sick snake hisses
Himself to his serpent lover's
House in the sea hotel of the sea
And where sea sick snakes meet
Sea deep sinful lies are told
And the hungry haggard looking
Sea snake has starved himself
To look lean and hungry and angry
And famished and in banishment
'My love'he hisses in her ear
'I must leave the leaky deep
Foamy shaky shark infested sea
Don't worry lovey-dovey and weep
And scream and hiss...I am going
To the mines and the kitchens
And the mansions to work for you'
The sea sick snake says with
All the innocence in the sea
And he swims his lying way
Out of the foamy fishy sea
And the girlie serpent smiles
Knowingly in her snaky fishy way
The tickets were pricey and
The price tag they tagged him
With the tagged venom of the mamba
The sinners were not trustful and
They didn't trust the sea snake that
Didn't trust the untrustworthy sinners
They took his shirt and his hat and his pipe
He hitched a ride on the back of the rhino
'Don't kiss me and hiss me and bite me'
'I will not hiss you and miss you
As for the other I will miss you'
They came to the mine door where
The sea snake did bite the dying rhino
'But why did you bite me? We were going
To form a formidable team at the mine'
The poor betrayed trusting dying R.said
'It is in my nature to bite and kill'
The sea sick snake said relieved to be
Rid of his wife and happy to be among
The people of the city
And he started to sell the meat to them
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Epilogue (Part Two)
picked up late summer,
convict pipe streets,
cuffed and stuffed,
tagged and thrown
into a cell of fourteen.
plaster walls,
cold iron bars,
playing poker for smokes.
drunks, thieves,
an axe murderer no one spoke.
and crazy old Walt,
spinning stories for all.
town barber, church deacon,
came home to find his wife
in bed with a friend.
had been drunk ever since,
more time in than out.
still said a prayer
when he thought that
no one could see.
watered down coffee,
grey food on metal plates.
sometimes a scuffle,
usually just words.
time passed in an opium dream.
looking through the bars,
out the lone window.
i watched the leaves turn,
then fall,
as the days grew shorter.
now those leaves have turned,
the same or different,
no matter.
and freedom seems as far,
behind the bars of my life!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Grown up kids..
The city full of neon and xenon,
Vaporizing old mercury,
As the inert gases are the best,
Not to feel the love of electrons.
Cozy malls and slippery tiles,
Protective sandals, shoes and chapels,
Gliding along the pretty petty stalls,
Glass barriers along the staircases,
Elevators, lifts and foyers..
Fast food chained the stomachs,
Of hungry crowd, where roasted,
Imported coffee and teas,
In tall white cups and glasses,
Just to taste and the rest to leave,
Branded shops hold the tagged garments,
Just to buy and keep unwrapped.
Sales is everywhere, but dollars is ours,
Can spend it as if have no more dawn.
Joyous grouping in the loneliest bars,
Gulping the happy hours, To return to be scared.
Happy is life and we are living a loving life,
When we fail to take care, We will be taken care.
Joyous nights always young and we never grow old,
stopped growing at teen, not only the body,
also our mind. Toys are our hobby,
and we play with our toys day and night.
We are grown up kids...
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Where to Bathe and What to Eat!
Some choose to mask their insecurities,
By use of excuses and insults...
To reduce feelings of insignificance.
As if this shallowness exposed,
Replaces the obvious imposed.
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged...
By another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged by another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
Just to nibble on sweetened pretentions.
To share from a vacuous hollowness!
And at someone else's expense.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
While those who scurry about with their lifted up noses...
Seek a place to close a door anywhere.
With anyone who agrees...
They are still able to indentify their sanity!
It may not be the accepted 'sanity'!
But at least they are supportive of one another!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And people who are marketing decadence,
Stuff their diseased guts...
With delusions of grandeur.
OR something they hold,
To make them feel better than someone lese.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Caring less about their bad credit.
Or who refused them a loan,
Based upon nothing in collateral shown.
Since once valued pretentions have lost their asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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